Sagittarius, the Inspired and Inspiring Storytelling Galactic Center
cosmic centaurs, mythic arrows, wild philosophers, planetary storytellers
Time is deep…
I keep telling myself.
Yet may us, homo sapiens, not deepen time with more blood, violence and destruction. It is the thirteenth of December, Twenty Twenty Three. Still no permanent ceasefire. We need one. Fire needs one. Immediately. Desperately.
We must stop bleeding time.
At the moment, here in Istanbul, the Sun and the Moon are rising together. It is that time of the month that gifts us a new moon, in this case a new moon that is shooting arrows. I deeply hope the stories of Sagittarius (you are about to read) inspire your inner fire and expire our collective outer fire. Humans are not volcanos, humans are not suns. We must stop blinding and burning ourselves, our planet, and our time.1
The Inspired and Inspiring Storytelling Galactic Center
The universe is an ever-evolving, self-organising, self-nourishing, diversifying, inter-connected, dynamic creative and destructive being, reality, activity, process... The universe, we are able to observe, has about two trillion galaxies. We are a part of an enormous cosmic family. The Milky Way is our mother galaxy with trillions of galaxy siblings. Here, on the northern part of the Earth, it is getting darker and darker. Our Sun leaves their space and time to other stars of our galaxy, to their own milky star siblings. This is the time we get to spend more time with the darkness, with other stars while the glaring light of our own sun does not blind us from seeing anything other than themselves. The Milky Way galaxy has created about one hundred billion stars. Our star is the one for us, they are our single star; yet they are just one of a hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.
On the northern Earth, we are at the end of fall, the falling and waning of the Sun will come to a halt with Winter Solstice when the light is reborn in the darkest of the days and the days begin to grow longer. But before that solstice and rebirth, our sun passes